Please don't strike ME out.

I wanted this post to be really creative. You know the ones. Those that are written by those people that just know what to say, when to say it, and how to say it with flair! (people = MckMama, BooMama, Big Mama, etc. hmmm. Maybe I need to change my blogging name to something with "mama" in it...) But I was tired of looking at my own blog with the same Not Me! Monday post that's been at the top for who knows how long. oh wait. Since Monday. Anyway, even as I'm typing I really have no clue as to what I should blog about. So, in all reality, you all probably are going to be wishing that I just left well enough alone. Too bad. There's no turning back now.

So what's inside my brain right now, is what you're going to get.

WAIT, don't go!!! I know it's a scary prospect, but I promise I won't talk about moldy toilets and make mention of my underwear or post pictures of them for that matter. And being that it's 8:30pm on the Friday of a very long week, there shouldn't be much in there anyhow.

You can let out a sigh of relief now.

Now, on to the randomness that is called "my thoughts"....

and because I love lists.... (I KNOW that I'm weird.)

1) I'm thinking that instead of writing this ridiculous post, I should be putting away the scads of crap, I mean household items (ahem) that are laying about the house from our recent move. Because I really don't want to still be living out of boxes and piles for the next 6 months and look back and say, "WHAT have you been doing, that would explain why you're still not settled into your new place? Oh. I've been blogging. And not very good blogging, I might add."

2) With my husband gone on a men's retreat for the next few days, I am planning every time slot of this weekend with what me and my 3 little blessings will do to keep us occupied, the kids entertained, and me sane. Because it makes perfect sense to have a plan that will be followed, when you have 3 kids. One of which is a beautiful but whiny, screechy 4 year old girl you sometimes still needs naps, another who is the adorable 1 1/2 year old third child (I think we all know what that means) who sometimes takes 2 naps, sometimes takes 1 nap, and sometimes gets cat naps in the car, and another, the funny and vivacious 7 year old boy who could run 100 laps around the neighborhood and would still have enough energy to drive his brother, sister, and me completely mad ask me 100 questions, one on top of the other without waiting for the answer to any of them. (You know I love 'em.)

3) I am now thinking of what else I can write and then strike out, since I love this "skill" I just recently acquired. (because it IS a skill for those of us computer dumb people out here!)

4) I am trying to decide what my "ban-the-computer" day will be each week. I'm in agreement with Meredith, that I just might find more of my dishes clean and in the cupboards, my laundry clean, folded and put away, kids dressed in real clothes (not pajamas), and that, overall, more of my "To Do" lists, well, done, if I just send my computer mouse to work with the hubby for the day. So there you go.

5) I am still trying to find the time to put together that frugal blog I was talking about. AND feeling a little intimidated by the process, because there are tons of awesome frugal blogs already out there and what do I know?

6) I am also SERIOUSLY craving all things bad for me right now. Oh... like, chips and salsa and this Velveeta Rotel dip we make, chocolate (any dark variety will do), Chinese food, the Sweet Spicy Mac & Cheese from Deschutes Brewery (my favorite! but I think a few of you already knew that:)), the fish 'n chips from Red Dog Brewery, and a....ok, I'm sorry if this offends anyone, but I have to be honest...a margarita. I can't help it, I love the taste of them!

I'm sure I could come up with a 7th, 8th, 9th, and 10th, but I'll end the torture now.

You're welcome.

Now I'm off to scrub floors, wipe down walls, sweep out the garage, vacuum out the couch cushions snack on some low-fat popcorn while I watch a super sappy chick flick.